The moment the Sword Qi appeared, Progenitor Tingyou raised his head to look at it. This was the Sword Qi that had suppressed him for a thousand years, the very thing that had cast him down from the heavens.
The next second, his face twisted in a sudden grimace.
"Perfected Lord... a thousand years! It's been a whole thousand years!"
"How much longer are you going to keep me trapped?"
"Do you truly intend to exterminate the Wu Ghost Sect!?"
As his voice fell, the Sword Qi in the sky paid him no mind. It was silently assessing something, seeming as though it could come crashing down to strike at any moment.
Progenitor Tingyou knew this was the result of the karmic links he had obscured when he seized a body a thousand years ago.
But now that his Qi trace was completely exposed, it wouldn't be long before the Golden Core Sword Qi fully identified him and flew down to take his life with a single strike.
"I will not submit!"
